Listening to every idea, every notion
as I evaluate my thoughts with precaution
Two distinct people talking to me
But it's hard to harmonize with no decision tree.

The variations from either of them
reminds me of the relevance of none.
Two opposite sides makes me a recluse
makes it even harder to choose,
between reality and imagination.

The two separate views has me clasped
And in that state I learned--
In my two arms I hold two cards
A spade and a diamonds.